04-04-2021, 09:17 PM
She never wanders far, she knows better.
But she has an electric pulse and the dark things know better than to touch her.
To sink their claws into her would surely hurt them more than it would hurt her. When she touches the purple father, it is the sweetest circuit and she lays her head against the swell of his ribcage and revels in the electric currents that surge through them. The star-strewn father touched her only once and then could never touch her again.
The dark things are like the star-father. They are not electric, not like she is.
This is why she does not fear them as she trips across the meadow, skimming her dark mouth through the dead grass, wondering what it must have tasted like once. What it might have been like to fill her belly with it. How wonderful it must have been.
She leaves a static charge in her wake as she moves, wondering.
And when she turns to make her way back to the purple father she finds that she has wandered farther than she meant to.
“Dad?” she calls into the darkness, squinting. But he is nowhere and every acre of dead grass looks the same. But she does not fear the dark things because they are not electric, not like she is.
She takes a series of tentative steps back in the direction she came, catching a glimpse of a shape sheltered beneath a tree. A dark shape but not a dark thing and she ventures closer. It is not her father, that much is clear the closer she gets. “Excuse me, have you seen a purple stallion nearby?” she calls. “I lost one of my dads.”
@[Risa] i'll come back with html eventually lmao
@[The Monsters] please mess with her intangibility!
But she has an electric pulse and the dark things know better than to touch her.
To sink their claws into her would surely hurt them more than it would hurt her. When she touches the purple father, it is the sweetest circuit and she lays her head against the swell of his ribcage and revels in the electric currents that surge through them. The star-strewn father touched her only once and then could never touch her again.
The dark things are like the star-father. They are not electric, not like she is.
This is why she does not fear them as she trips across the meadow, skimming her dark mouth through the dead grass, wondering what it must have tasted like once. What it might have been like to fill her belly with it. How wonderful it must have been.
She leaves a static charge in her wake as she moves, wondering.
And when she turns to make her way back to the purple father she finds that she has wandered farther than she meant to.
“Dad?” she calls into the darkness, squinting. But he is nowhere and every acre of dead grass looks the same. But she does not fear the dark things because they are not electric, not like she is.
She takes a series of tentative steps back in the direction she came, catching a glimpse of a shape sheltered beneath a tree. A dark shape but not a dark thing and she ventures closer. It is not her father, that much is clear the closer she gets. “Excuse me, have you seen a purple stallion nearby?” she calls. “I lost one of my dads.”
@[Risa] i'll come back with html eventually lmao
@[The Monsters] please mess with her intangibility!